to my black brothers and sisters:

i see the pain in your eyes, and agony in your stride.

you fight although you are tired;

you are frustrated, yet hopeful in each step.

unclench your fists.

i see you struggle to free the shackles they put on your mind, body and soul;

i see you attempt to climb the barbed wire they put around equality.

you shout although your throat is dry;

they will not give you water.

unclench your fists.

let me hold your hand and

squeeze it ever so gently

for the vitality of our kind.

squeeze it ever so slightly,

for the blood shed by our brothers and sisters in the fight for peace.

squeeze it ever so quickly,

for a world with love and without color.

squeeze it ever so carefully,

for the humanity we achieve with our fists in the air, begging to be heard.

let me construct a new fist,

grasping the true essence of love and peace,

and send you into the paved streets of white supremacy,

refusing to go gentle

into the white light.